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[indent][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cno20onK9dY]SPIDER-MAN: THE DISTANCE[/url][/b][/indent]
[indent][b]Issue 7.5[/b][/indent]
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[indent][b]New York City, NY --- Queens Neighborhood[/b][/indent]
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Pete hadn’t seen Amber Memorial Park before, but the thick trees stood vigil around the property, lonely oaks joined together into something of a bastion against the whining noise of the police cars belting through the borough. Their noses were to the ground like hunting dogs, searching for tiny spiders. What equipment there was in the park had rusted over from a decade odd of rain, all cracked and fissured from children pushing the the equipment through the rust,  leaving flakes of corroded metal to seed the earth.

The girl found her place on the monkey bars, standing watch over the boys as they came to a stop. Her eyes were like jade daggers. He could feel them in the folds of his costume, probing him beneath, something [i]other[/i], a second [i]thing[/i] closed around him in a black coffin -- with off-white eyes staring back at him from the dark.

Peter nearly ran into the boy in front of him as he stopped, puffing his chest out like half the goobers trying to make their names back at the wrestling tournament. “I’m gonna need you to start talking. Who’re you, and why’d you break into a police precinct?”

[color=#507de5]“Same reasons anyone does it, I guess. Fame, glory, legions of adoring fans in blue.”[/color] Peter rocked backwards as he spoke. Every time the cold red of the boy’s visor passed him, he found himself moving to either side, trying to stay out of his direct gaze. He looked past him and the girl had stopped kicking her legs, staring right at and past him. Like she was looking at something that wasn’t there, beyond him, but on top of him at the same time. [i]Maybe she didn’t like my answer.[/i]

[color=#507de5]“Look, you guys do the whole ‘superhero’ thing too, yeah? X-Men, right? You get it -- I’m [i]Spider-Man[/i], man.”[/color] Peter went for the strap of his bag. [color=#507de5]“I just wanted some information that our blue boy scouts weren’t moving on.”[/color] He pulled it over his shoulder and dumped it at his feet. He nudged it forward with his foot.

[color=#507de5]“I was gonna grab the files, swing on out, and have a holly jolly Christmas with Donut Patrol none the wiser. But then some glorified traffic cop spotted me and...”[/color] He shrugged. He [i]should[/i] have been in and out of there in a flash, even once that glorified traffic cop spotted him. But then… Haze. [color=#507de5]“Then they, uh, whammied me with something awful back there. Still not sure what, come to think of it.”[/color]
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